Literature exists at the same time in the modes of error and truth; it both betrays and obeys its own mode of being.

Fashion is like the ashes left behind by the uniquely shaped flames of the fire, the trace alone revealing that a fire actually took place.

Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament.

The critical method which denies literary modernity would appear -- and even, in certain respects, would be -- the most modern of critical movements.

Metaphors are much more tenacious than facts.

Curiously enough, it seems to be only in describing a mode of language which does not mean what it says that one can actually say what one means.

Literature exists at the same time in the modes of error and truth; it both betrays and obeys its own mode of being.